For the Life of Me

Must say it is okay,
When I'm wasting away.
I have to hide,
I live a lie.
I am a waste of space,
Just want to leave this place.
People say I’m strong,
Listen to my song.
I am  a freak,
I get called a geek.
Always in trouble,
Found in the rubble.
I wanna clean up my act,
I’m not strong enough for that.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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